For thousands of years, you humans have been throwing in everything as you come across--hopes, dreams, wishes that never came true. Irresponsible waste management, if you ask me.

He was beautiful the way an angel is beautiful - timeless, perfect, remote.

A giant vulture with a girl hanging from its feet tends to attract attention.

Piper gave Lit a friendly sorry-about-that smile. Even with her hair messed up and wearing two-day-old clothes, she looked extremely cute, and Jason felt a little jealous she was giving Lit that smile.

You know how hard it is to feel like an extreme falcon-headed combat machine when somebody calls you "chicken man"?

[Carter just asked when I became a ram whisperer. Do shut up, Carter]

Percy looked at Coach Hedge and Frank. “A trap?” “Probably,” Frank said. “She’s not mortal,” Hedge said, sniffing the air. “Probably some kind of goat-eating, demigod-destroying fiend from Tartarus.” “No doubt,” Percy agreed. “Awesome.” Hedge grinned. “Let’s go.